Alligator

Music By Phil Lesh and Ron "Pigpen" McKernan Words By Robert Hunter and Ron "Pigpen" McKernan

Released July 1968

Sleepy alligator in the noonday sun Lying by the river just like he usually done Call for his whiskey, he can call for his tea Call all he wants to but he can't call me Oh no, I've been there before And I ain't coming back around there no more

Creepy alligator coming all around the bend Shouting 'bout the time when we was mutual friends I checked my memory and I checked it quick, yes I will I checked it running some old kind of trick Oh no, I've been there before And I ain't coming back around there no more

Hung up waiting for a windy day Hung up waiting for a windy day Burn down the Fillmore, gas the Avalon

Sailing down the river in an old canoe A bunch of bugs and an old tennis shoe Out of the river all ugly and green Came the biggest old alligator that I've ever seen Teeth big and pointed and his eyes were bugging out Contacted the union, put the beggars to rout Screaming and yelling, he was picking his chops He never runs, he just stumbles and hops Just out of prison on six dollar's bail Mumbling at bitches and a-wagging his tail